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2026-02-25 19:29:00Corin
Dinner time arrived. Mason did not allow us to remain in the room. He wanted the pack to see us. They needed to witness that the incident in the courtyard had not weakened my position but strengthened it. When we stepped out, Mason naturally reached for my hand. His fingers intertwined firmly with mine. As we walked through the corridors toward the great dining hall, I felt the steady confidence flowing from his palm. He was not merely taking me to dinner. He
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Mason The rage was still pounding at my temples, but the sight before me slowly quieted the wolf raging inside. We had set up a temporary camp at the edge of the village, far from the still smoldering ruins. Brown Stone warriors moved in silent patrols, yet their gazes kept drifting toward the tent erected at the center of camp. Inside, gentleness and pain existed side by side. Corin lay on her stomach on a bedding layered with thick blankets. Her back… even I had to steady myself at the sight, and I had witnessed the worst horrors of war. Her skin was red and blistered where she had held the burning beam. And yet she did not complain. She simply lay there, cheek resting on her forearm, a strange serenity in her eyes that I could not comprehend. A bowl of cool herbal salve sat beside me. I dipped my fingers into it and began spreading it over her burned flesh with the lightest touch I was capable of. I felt her body
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Corin The cracking of the beams sounded like the scream of a dying beast. As the roof gave way, burning wood and heavy tiles crashed down without mercy. There was nowhere to leap. No time to escape. Only one choice remained. I positioned myself above the children, braced my hind legs, and took the impact across my back. The weight was crushing. It felt as if a mountain had fallen on me. A deep pained howl tore from my throat, but my legs did not buckle. The children crouched beneath me, their wide terrified eyes fixed on me. Their faces were smeared with soot, tears cutting clean paths through the dirt. “Go,” I pushed into their minds through the bond. Even in wolf form, my voice rang clearly in their heads. “Quickly, little ones. Out the window. Do not look back.” I saw Sarah’s son first. He trembled, but found strength in my gaze. I nudged him with my nose toward the opening Mason and the warriors had carved into t
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Corin Morning did not arrive with sunlight but with the merciless tolling of alarm bells. I was still wrapped in Mason’s arms, caught between sleep and waking, when pounding shook the door. Mason was on his feet in a single motion. His wolf surged to the surface. Gold burned in his eyes like live embers. A breathless messenger stood in the doorway, his clothes smeared with soot, terror etched across his face. “Alpha! Northwood is burning,” he shouted. “Glacier’s units struck during the night. They are not negotiating. They are setting fire to everything in their path.” The words hit like ice water. Northwood. That was where Sarah and her little boy lived. The same child who had sat in my lap the night before. My stomach twisted with rage and fear. Mason was already strapping on his armor, his face carved from stone. “You stay in the stronghold, Corin,” he ordered as he fastened his sword to his belt. “It
Cruel Alpha’s Refuge 25. Chapter
Corin Dinner time arrived. Mason did not allow us to remain in the room. He wanted the pack to see us. They needed to witness that the incident in the courtyard had not weakened my position but strengthened it. When we stepped out, Mason naturally reached for my hand. His fingers intertwined firmly with mine. As we walked through the corridors toward the great dining hall, I felt the steady confidence flowing from his palm. He was not merely taking me to dinner. He was presenting to the world who stood beside him. The moment we entered the vast arched hall, the low murmur of hundreds of voices dropped into a thick whisper. I felt eyes on my face, on the fading marks from the fight, and most of all on our joined hands. The whispering rolled through the benches like wind through tall grass. “Did you see? He brought her holding hands.” “They say Lyra could not land a single blow at the end.” “Luna. He truly
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